Roses are red Violets are blue Sugar is sweet and so are you! But when the rosses are dark and the Violets are dead The sugar bowl is empty and so is your… Continue reading
Goosebumps from a smile and butterflies from a touch; warmed by friendship and heated by lust. This is why the Butterfly Man should be murdered. Get my drift?
I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you can appreciate them when they’re right, you believe lies… Continue reading
Change is good. Adaption is the very definition of life- and I am very much alive. In as much as I want to deny my friends of the truth they bare, I possibly… Continue reading
Go ahead Butterfly Man…make your move. Your tounge may not speak it but the way you behave is so predictable. Although wordless, they articulate. I’ll just keep telling my friends…”so there’s this boy… Continue reading
I assasinated his butterflies Now he’s come back as a vengeful flame And I am the moth drawn to it.
don’t ask me that question ever again Mank cause you freaking hell know my answer. “Its already dead.”
If I can write a novel on how my week went so far…it would end up in pages more than you can count. No more drinking for me. This girl is alchohol free… Continue reading
I wanna stop looking back and start moving on and learn how to face my fears. Love with all my heart and leave my mark; I wanna leave something here. Go out on… Continue reading
“So here I sit, looking at the traffic light; the red extinguishes the hope that the green ignites. I wanna run away, I wanna ditch my life; cause all of my mistakes keep… Continue reading